How to Survive as the Academy’s Villain

Chapter 108

As days passed, the factional strife within the academy between the swordsmanship and magic departments intensified.

In particular, two individuals vying for the position of dean—Professor Phelan Xavier, the head of the Magic Department, and Everett Littreich, the senior advisor for the Swordsmanship Department—were frequently calling urgent meetings with their respective faculty members.

However, as their clashes grew more intense, the internal chaos within the academy escalated.

Ultimately:

“We can’t just sit back and watch the actions of the magic and martial arts departments any longer.”

“Exactly. What is this place? Is it an academy dedicated to learning and venerating sages, or is it a marketplace? I can’t tell anymore.”

“We must take the initiative to restore order. The academy is a place of scholarship, not a political arena!”

Individuals who had not been participating in the factional fight began to step forward.

Most of them were professors from departments outside the mainstream Magic or Swordsmanship and Knightly Studies departments.

“We need a decisive card to stop their rampage.”

“We can’t just stay idle like this, can we?”

They ultimately sought out and pleaded with Otniel Powell, an honorary professor of dungeon studies who had enough experience and reputation to challenge for the deanship but had naturally been pushed aside due to his status as a non-mainstream figure.

“Professor Otniel, please step forward.”

“……”

“Only someone like you can bring order in these chaotic times. You must set the history of Flance Imperial Academy right.”

After several repeated requests and nominations:

“Hmm, if that’s truly what you all wish…”

Professor Otniel, who had ambitions not unlike Phelan and Everett, reluctantly agreed to their request.

Thus, those in the non-mainstream factions rallied around Otniel Powell, forming a new third faction.

“To resolve the current issues, we need to address the student disciplinary matters that started this knot.”

“But that’s not something we can do, is it?”

As the non-mainstream professors discussed this, Professor Delon, who taught introductory and intermediate dungeon studies, spoke up.

“In that case, why don’t we establish a unified disciplinary committee?”

“A unified disciplinary committee?”

“Yes. The name is a bit long and complicated, but the concept is simple.”

After a brief introduction, Professor Delon continued.

“It involves forming a committee composed entirely of external individuals recommended by each department to ensure objective judgment on this matter.”

“But isn’t the existing disciplinary committee already composed of external individuals selected by the board? What’s the point of such an indirect approach?”

“Yes. However, the composition of external individuals chosen by the board and those recommended by each department would differ. There would be three individuals on the actual disciplinary committee. If we secure one of those spots, we’ll be fine.”

“……!”

Professor Delon’s proposal was to form the committee directly within the academy, rather than under the board’s jurisdiction.

And if the individuals on the committee represented the magic, martial arts, and non-mainstream factions…

‘This means we could hold the casting vote.’

It was clear they could exert the greatest influence with minimal power.

“Well, the plan sounds good, but what if the board reacts negatively?”

“That’s right. Will the academy board agree to this?”

As some voiced their concerns cautiously, Otniel Powell, who had been silent, spoke up.

“Don’t worry about that. I will persuade the board…”

Seeing his casual demeanor and confident smile, the expressions of the non-mainstream professors changed dramatically.

“Indeed, if Professor Otniel steps in, the matter will be resolved easily.”

“The board wouldn’t be able to oppose Professor Otniel from the Powell family.”

As everyone nodded in agreement, Professor Delon, who initially proposed the idea, shook his head slightly.

‘Just as that person said. What should I make of this…’

Recalling the girl who had come to him one day with an intriguing story, he chuckled and dismissed the thoughts from his mind.

“Let’s proceed under the assumption that everyone agrees. I will inform Professors Phelan and Everett. Professor Otniel, we’ll leave the board matter to you.”

“Understood. Good job, Delon.”

“……Thank you.”

Thus, the proposal from the third faction was conveyed to each camp, and the board was easily swayed by Professor Otniel’s persuasion.

This led to the establishment of the first ‘Unified Disciplinary Committee’ in the history of Flance Imperial Academy.

Finally, during the first meeting of the committee members, there was endless discussion and heated debate, but ultimately, they moved towards one conclusion.

It was a suggestion made offhandedly by someone during the meeting.

“……How about proposing an ‘Honor Duel’ to the two defendants, Kyle Perrion and Kamon Vade?”

***

After meeting with Kyle and returning to the dormitory, I encountered an unexpected guest.

“You’re finally here, Mr. Kamon.”

“Oh, the supervisor?”

“Would you like to have some tea with me?”

The maid supervisor greeted me with a friendly smile, as if she had been waiting for me at the entrance.

I hesitated for a moment before nodding.

“Yes, sure.”

As the sound of hot tea being poured filled the room, I saw the maid supervisor sitting across from me.

“……”

With no words from her, and feeling mentally exhausted from the morning, I thought to myself.

‘What now? Why did she suddenly ask me to have tea with her?’

In this mix of slight anxiety, concern, and curiosity, the maid supervisor finally spoke.

“They say you can’t predict anything in this world. Things are turning out quite interestingly.”

“What do you mean?”

In response to my question, she took a sip of her tea and handed me a bundle of papers she had prepared beforehand.

“Take a look at this.”

“……?”

Puzzled by her sudden action, I glanced at the documents laid out in front of me.

“What is this…?”

“As soon as news about you spread, these came to me. Take a proper look at them.”

At her words, I picked them up without thinking and started reading.

‘What the hell is this?’

The documents in my hand were a type of petition.

Of course, they were written by students, and their contents were all too predictable.

[We accuse Kamon Vade.]

It was as if all the infamy and grudges Kamon had accumulated until now had exploded at once. The students who had suffered because of Kamon were pouring out their complaints and problems all at once.

“……”

Sigh, I’m still greatly disliked.

Yeah, I guess that’s inevitable.

Given Kamon Vade’s past, this was only natural.

For the past few months that I’ve been at the academy as Kamon Vade, dealing with various incidents and making new friends, I hadn’t had much time to reflect on Kamon Vade’s infamy or grudges.

‘And now I get to experience it all over again.’

However, I wasn’t particularly sad or bitter about it.

By now, it had become too natural for me.

What really surprised me was…

[We request leniency for Kamon Vade.]

As I flipped through the documents, I found a petition for leniency.

“How does it feel to read that?” The maid supervisor asked with a peculiar smile while sipping her tea.

“…Indeed.”

Wow, someone actually wrote something like this for me?

Who on earth would write a leniency petition for Kamon Vade?

Could it be Bren? Elliot? Lois?

But if it were them, they would have told me about it.

“Can you tell me who wrote this?”

“Most petitions are submitted anonymously, so we don’t know their names. However.”

“However?”

“Most of the documents I have are from students staying in this dormitory, aren’t they?”

“Ah…”

While it wasn’t specific, it meant the petitions were submitted by the students in this dormitory where commoners stayed.

In terms of proportion, it was still overwhelmingly against me at a ratio of 9:1.

‘Is something changing?’

Considering that there had never been a single positive opinion about Kamon before, this was a significant change and growth.

Or maybe…

‘Maybe the Monster Trio, those bastards, have gone even crazier than I thought.’

Their negative opinions about the trio might have grown stronger than their anger or resentment towards me.

Details of the recent incident were not widely known, but rumors linked me, Kyle, Professor Beroen, and the Monster Trio together.

Nodding at the unexpected and peculiar public opinion, I looked at the maid supervisor who had shown me the petition.

“Why did you show me this?”

Thud!

“Who knows.”

The maid supervisor placed her teacup on the table with a faint smile.

“I was just curious.”

“Curious?”

“I’m curious about what the truth is, between the Kamon Vade I’ve heard about and the Kamon I’ve experienced.”

“…”

“It’s just personal curiosity.”

Her peculiar tone left me speechless.

***

“Hoo, it’s not easy, is it?”

Diana Fren sighed briefly as she left Princess Francia’s dormitory.

“Why? Did something go wrong?”

“No, it went according to plan.”

“Oh, then that’s good.”

In response to the butler Clark’s words, Diana answered lightly, deep in thought.

‘It wasn’t completely satisfactory, but I got what I wanted.’

“Let’s go.”

With a short command, she began to move.

Click-clack, click-clack.

‘But she’s more interesting than I thought, Princess Francia.’

She recalled the princess she had just conversed with.

‘Unlike the naive girls from noble families, she’s quick-witted and perceptive.’

The princess was somewhat different from the person Diana had known only through documents.

‘She acts like a bear, but she’s more like a fox. She seems to hide her true feelings. She’ll be a tricky opponent.’

But what bothered Diana more was something else.

‘What’s more annoying is that I feel a physiological incompatibility with her.’

Diana Fren and Princess Francia both felt a mutual discomfort.

“Anyway, since things are proceeding as planned, we just need to watch.”

There would be no further entanglement with her, and Kamon Vade would be expelled from the academy as planned.

So Diana Fren quickly forgot the unpleasant feeling and, with a twinkle in her eye and a bright smile, savored the anticipation of victory.

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